The Psionicle, Part VIII

[Zhure]

Osius

"Ok, this stone is a Photosynthesis stone, but I've never heard of it. What else do we have?"

If necessary, Osius will continue to us the dorje.

OOC- I knew it took 8 hours, just was willing to spend the time.

 

[Dalamar]

Syld identifies the stones he has.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Syld - after a few minutes, you successfully identify the emerald. Two phrases flash in your head: Discharge Venom and Condense Water.

Osius - a few minutes pass, and the identify is successful. The phrase Wisdom of the Land flashes across your mind.

 

[Jarval]

After eating his meal, Jansson speaks up again.

"Tori'shel, I'm going to head along to Tristam's workshop to get some shot for my pistol. Do you want to come along?"

After receiving the technologists reply, he makes his way from the Ace to the workshop.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Tori'shel nods, and follows Jansson out.

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The door to Tristam's shop opens after a few moments of knocking. "Yes?" A gruff, female voice asks from within.

 

[Jarval]

"I'd like to buy some shot for this pistol if I may." Jansson replies, placing the gun on the counter. He takes a look round the shop, pleased to be back. "Is Ambassador Tristam in town at the moment?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

Jansson
The dwarf who answered the door picks up the pistol, and looks down the barrel. "Hmm... alright, we can get you shots for this. How much are you looking for?"

"Oh, and Tristam has been gone for a month." She says absent-mindedly as she searches through some drawers. "He has not planned on returning, as far as I know. I'm the last one here - I'll be leaving sometime next week, and the shop here will be closed."

"In that case," Tori'shel says, "I'd also like some shots." She places her pistol on the counter, and the dwarf takes a look at it. "No sense in not getting any here, when we aren't going to be able to find any elsewhere in this country. I'd like 20 shots, if you have it."

The dwarf nods, and returns to going through the drawers.

"Jansson," Tori'shel says, in a slightly lower voice, "I'm afraid that I have no money. Would you mind...?"

 

[Jarval]

"Jansson," Tori'shel says, in a slightly lower voice, "I'm afraid that I have no money. Would you mind...?"

"Not at all." Jansson smiles at Tori'shel. "I'd also like 20 shots, now seems like a good time to stock up.

"I'm surprised to hear that you're closing the shop. Has trade been slow?"

 

[Creamsteak]

Animus, after staring at his friends leaving the Ace goes to inspect the city streets. "The streets compel me to continue my search, even when all is known..."

Animus 'prowls' for a purpose to compel him to action. He can't stand back, can't stand still, can't watch things happen, and feels like scampering around in the cold. "What purpose do I have when I have the answers? Why are the answers so difficult to put to pen? Difficile is my mind making things..."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Jansson
"Not at all."

"Thanks," Tori'shel replies quietly.

"I'd also like 20 shots, now seems like a good time to stock up."

The dwarf nods, and puts two pouchs on the counter.

"I'm surprised to hear that you're closing the shop. Has trade been slow?"

"Aye, it has," The dwarf says. "There is little demand for the works of technology in a land filled with psionics."

"That'll be forty gold, please."